An thou wert mine ain thing,
O I wou'd love thee, I wou'd love thee,
An thou wert mine ain thing,
How dearly wou'd I love thee.
 
Of race divine thou needs must be,
Since naething earthly equals thee;
For Heaven's sake, O favour me,
Wha only live to love thee.
An thou wert mine ain thing, &c.
 
Tho' I were number'd wi' the dead,
My saul should hover round thy head:
I may be turned a silent shade,
But never cease to love thee. --
An thou wert mine ain thing, &c.
 
And when at last thou lovely maid!
A drooping flow'r, thyself shalt fade,
I'll watch thy gentle parting shade,
And then for ever love thee. --